Alex Ch. 01

When I arrived I noticed Alex's shoes were gone. I thought for a second where he could have gone, but then I remembered he said he was going to look for work this week. I assumed that where he must of been now.

As I was getting comfortable and ready to relax I noticed Alex's door was slightly open. "Do I dare look inside?" I asked myself. I didn't want to invade his privacy but I guess my curiosity got the better of me. I slowly pushed open his door, opening it wide.

His room was as I imagined it, feminine. His bed was covered in light blue silky sheets and was decorated with stuffed animals. I looked over at the desk wedged in the corner, a pile of drawings covered the surface.

The drawings looked very professional and amazing, I knew he had talent but these were fantastic. Most of the drawings were of people, some men, some women. I didn't recognize any of them. This is, until I came across a certain drawing.

It was a man holding a women in his arms, both locked in a passionate kiss. I studied the two people and noticed the man looked an awful like me. I wondered if it was just my ego that thought that, but the more I looked the more I agreed with myself that the person looked exactly like me.

If that was me Alex drew, then who was the woman I was kissing? I studied her details and noticed something familiar about her. She looked like Alex.

There was no mistaking him, it was Alex. Well mostly anyway. The woman did have breasts, something Alex didn't have, but the face and freckles could only belong to Alex.

I stared at it puzzled, could Alex really have drawn me kissing him? I guess I must of been in denial, I brushed it off as coincidence. I mean, Alex wasn't actually a women, so it must have been coincidence, right?

I set the drawing down and started to walk out of his room until something else caught my eye.

A pair of silky blue panties half under his bed peeked out at me.

"Hehe, Alex must have gotten lucky!" I thought to myself. I was gone most of the day leaving him alone, it wouldn't be too out of the question if he had a girl over. But that assumption quickly started to fade as I saw the various outfits hanging in his closet. Some of them were his regular clothes I saw him wear every day. But most them were girls clothes, obviously I never seen him wear those.

There were too many to have been left by a girl, unless she was so forgetful she left her entire wardrobe here. I stood there a little confused.

"RYAN!" Alex shouted as he burst in his room, his sudden intrusion nearly made me jump out of my skin.

"What are you doing?! Get out! Get out!" he commanded frantically as he pushed me out the door.

"Okay, okay, okay!" I mumbled.

After he pushed me out he went to shut the door, but right before it slammed shut I got a glimpse of his face. He looked worried and upset, a tear rolled down his bright red face.

"Hey Alex, you okay?" I asked through the door.

He remained silent, not replying to me.

"If there's anything wrong you can tell me, you know?" I tried to calm him down.

I waited for a reply, but after a few minutes I decided to give up, but before I could walk away he spoke.

"Could you come in" he asked softly. He sounded unsure of the decision.

I opened the door, it creaked as it slowly opened. Alex was sitting on his bed, his seemed head lowered down like the night he first came here.

"I suppose I should tell you why I was kicked out" he mumbled under his breath. "Those close that you saw... They're mine" he blurted out grudgingly.

"You're a cross dresser?" I asked, a little shocked. His face turned even redder, I could tell he was really upset. "Listen, it's not that big of a deal, really!" I tried to reassure him it was okay, though I must admit I wasn't quite sure how to feel about it myself.

"It's not just that" he added. He remained silent though it was clear his words were trying to get out. "I'm... I'm transgendered, Ryan" he finally blurted out.

"What?" I was honestly confused, not having it all quite in yet.

"I feel like a girl. I feel like I was never meant to be a boy. And when I cross dress I feel really happy, like that's the kind of stuff I was meant to wear" he admitted slowly. "I even started taking hormones a month ago, and when my parents found out everything they disowned me".

Even though I wasn't sure about everything he just admitted it still pissed me off that his parents could have done something like that. Transgender or not, he was still their flesh and blood.

I stood there speechless. My best friend just admitted he was transgender and I didn't know what to think. I always knew he was feminine, and I guess this would explain a lot, but it still came as a surprise.

Alex's face was bright red, his face twisted in a miserable despair as tears rolled down his face. "I'm so sorry I didn't tell you! I didn't want you to hate me!" he cried out under his sobbing breath.

I sat next to him on his bed and put my arms around him. "You're my friend, Alex" I assured. "I'm not going to hate you for something like that". Alex buried his face into my chest, he place his arms around me as well, our bodies wrapped around each other.

"You can live however you want to live. If you want to dress like a girl, then be my guest. If you want to become a girl then that's fine too". As I tried to comfort him he calmed down, he was trying to say something but between him sobbing and my chest muffling his words it wasn't very coherent.

"Thank you so much, Ryan. I really needed someone to actually accept me" he sobbed. "Everything you're doing for me means so much!"

"No problem, Alex. I just have to ask though, do you want me to treat you like a girl?" I asked, for a minute I couldn't believe I was asking that.

He went silent again, his head continues to rest on my chest. Normally this position would feel awkward, having another guy resting on my chest. But it seemed whenever Alex rested against me, it felt... right.

"If it wouldn't be too weird for you... That would be nice" he said, he raised his head from my chest.

I nodded in agreement. We stayed wrapped around each other for awhile. In Alex's wish I decided to try and think of him as a girl, no matter how silly it was. But in truth, it seemed right. The person wrapped around me was not a man, and it seemed like he never was.

"To be honest, every time you called me Alexis, it made me really happy. I always pretended that was my real name and you thought of me as a girl" he admitted. All those times I called him that I thought it as a joke, I had no idea he felt that way.

"You know, Ryan, I don't think you'll ever understand how much I appreciate you. I come out of the blue and you let me stay here, and then you accept me without a problem after I come out" Alex told me, I could tell he was sincere.

"Hey, you're my best friend. Of course I'd help you out in your time of nee-" I started to say before I was interrupted by a pair of warm lips suddenly crashing on mine.

I sat there stunned, paralyzed with confusion. Alex was had his lips pressed up against mine, his eyes were closed and his face a beaming red. His lips were warm and soft, a feeling I haven't felt against my lips in a long time.

Before I could even register what was happening Alex pushed himself away, he started sobbing. "I'm... I'm so sorry! You were just... And I...." he sobbed with shame clouding his words. "I'm sorry, Ryan!" he cried out before running out of the room.

He left me there speechless, I couldn't really comprehend what happened. Did I really just get kissed by Alex? It seemed so unreal. I thought I should have been disgusted by it, but I didn't. In truth, it felt really nice.

I heard the front door open and shut moments later. With everything that he just admitted to and did he must have been confused. I decided it would be better to not go after him and to wait for him to come back.

I trudged to the living room, I figured I would wait there so I could confront him when he came back. With the passing time I had a chance to sit down and think, try and figure out everything that happened.

My best friend just admitted to me he was transgender and wanted to be felt and thought as a girl. Could I accept that? Yes. He, er, I mean she was and has been my friend for a long time, I think I could accept her no matter what she felt. And in truth she made a better girl than a boy, it's just that before it would seem insulting to her to think that.

As I started to think of her as a girl instead of a boy, my mind started to think it okay to find her attractive. Before I was repulsed at how I could think that, but now it started to seem right. But she was still my friend I tried to convince myself. Part of me yelled at me that she was still Alex and I shouldn't feel anything towards her, the other part just wasn't quite sure.

I sat there watching TV for hours, eventually I must have dozed off. When I awoke to the opening of the door it was pitch black outside.

Alex shut the door behind her, she must have not of seen me when entering. she hung her coat up on the hook, she nearly jumped out of her skin when I finally spoke.

"About time you got back. I was worried you weren't gonna come back" I said from the dark of the room.

Alex quickly flipped the light switch on. It was obvious her guilt quickly returned to her, it almost seemed like she was ready to run out the door again.

"Ryan! I-". Before I could let Alex finish I interrupted.

"Just listen for a minute, okay? What happened, happened. We're not going to be able to change that. So why don't we just sit down and talk, okay?" I suggested.

Alex sat down on the couch, her face was turning red and looked like she could start crying again any minute now. I sat down next to her.

"It was just... I'm sorry, I couldn't have helped myself. You were just being so nice to me. I just don't know what I was thinking" Alex admitted.

"Don't worry about it too much. I'm not mad or anything" I explained to her. "And besides, I was starting to forget what it was like to kiss a girl!" I joked, she blushed and grew a small smile.

"So Ryan, would you really not have a problem if I started to dress in girls clothes from now on?" she asked quietly, almost whispering.

"If you don't have a problem with me walking around in my underwear then I don't have a problem with anything you wear!" I joked again. Her smile grew even larger, she held her lips shut tight to hold back a laugh.

"And by the way, do you still want me to call you Alex? Is there another name you have in mind? I asked.

She was silent for a moment. "Alexis" she finally replied under her breath. I guess I just never understood how much that name must have meant for her all those times I called her that. But now instead of calling her that as a joke, I'll mean it.

"All right, Alexis it is!" I cheered. I was trying to joke and be as friendly as possible, hoping to calm her down.

Alex, or as I should say, Alexis leaned over to me and wrapped her arms around me, I returned her hug tightly. Once again I felt her soft petite body pressed up against mine, the feeling felt wonderful.

Alexis unwrapped herself from me, I let my arms fall down as well.

"I'm... I'm going to bed now..." she muttered under her voice as she stood up. She slowly trudged to her room through the air heavy with tension.

"Good night" I told her softly, my words probably too quiet for her to hear.

My brain was too cloudy and still frazzled to really think over anything. I dragged myself back to my room, hoping I when I got more sleep I would be able to think things better tomorrow.

----------CHAPTER 4, ATTRACTION-------------------

Luckily the next day was Sunday, so on top of leaving early Saturday I didn't have to go in Sunday. This was looking to be a great, but awkward weekend.

I woke early at around 7AM, the sun peaking through the curtains. My hair was messy and all I had on was my boxers and a white tank-top. I stumbled out of bed trying to recall what had happened last nigh, that's when it all came back to me.

I suddenly recalled everything that had happened yesterday. Alex admitting he was transgender seemed like an unreal dream, almost everything yesterday just seemed unreal to me.

By best friend Alex showed up at my door one night, and few weeks later he admits he's a transsexual. Honestly it should come as a shock to me, but Alex was always so feminine and girly being a girl seemed to fit better with than being a boy.

I stepped out of my room, hoping to get some breakfast to quell my suddenly noisy stomach that interrupted my thoughts. I didn't see Alex, or as I now remember is Alexis, at first. I figured since it was my day off and it was my house I should be granted the liberty of walking around in my underwear. I recalled the remark I said to her last night about that, I chuckled slightly as I wondered if she would actually be okay with it.

I walked into the kitchen and headed to the fridge, I gazed into it's contents with picky eyes. I raised my head as I heard footsteps coming from behind me, I turned around and almost instantly my mouth fell open out of instinct.

Alexis stood there, her appearance drastically different from the previous weeks. She wore a pink tank top with floral patterns at the bottom accompanied by a short black shirt that came well above her knees that hugged her hips. Her right side of her bangs fell partially in front of her eye, her left side was held up with a clip with a heart shaped jewel attached. Covering her legs were long thigh high socks striped with black and purple. Similar gloves covered her arms, finger holes were cut out showing off her hot pink nail polish. It also appeared she had make up on, her cheeks were rosy and her eyes were sultry but calming.

Never before have I seen Alex like this before. And never could I have imagined he could look so stunningly cute as a girl. No, this person was a girl. I don't care what's in her underwear, this person was all girl and nothing else.

As my eyes drank up this incredibly cute and almost unreal girl standing before me, she giggled slightly. I snapped back into reality and out of my daze.

"I guess you weren't kidding about walking around in underwear!" she giggled as she stared at my black boxers.

"Well it's my house! You're just lucky I don't walk around naked" I said jokingly, trying not to chuckle as the words passed my mouth.

"Well I don't know if I would consider it lucky" she said with a coy smile. It took a minute for me to realize what she meant, but when it finally hit me, my face couldn't help but light up red.

I was silent, not really sure how to respond to or think of what she said.

"So, how do I look?" She asked, breaking the awkward silence.

I contemplated what I should say. Of course I thought she was one of the cutest girls I've ever seen, but saying that to a friend who was up until recently a boy seemed weird.

"Well, to be honest..." I hesitated. Alexis looked at me with and odd look of anticipation and hurt, worrying my next words might be bad. "To be honest, you're the cutest girl I've ever seen" I finally blurted out. It didn't feel as odd as I thought it would, instead, it felt like the truest thing I've ever said in my life.

Alexis's cheeks turned rose red, she seemed embarrassed yet flattered.

"You don't really mean that".

"I really do" I replied. "You told me to think of you as a girl. And when I look at you I see the cutest girl I ever saw" I admitted, my heart feeling as if it was trying to follow the words up my throat.

A smile of joy grew on her face, it even looked as if she could start crying at any moment.

"Thank you" she said softly, it was clear in her voice she meant it. "I've been waiting to dress up for a long time now. I didn't want to do it here until I told you first. You don't know how much it makes me happy that you're okay with everything" she admitted.

"Hey, no problem! You're still my best friend whether you're a boy or girl". Alexis gave me another smile. Seeing my words make her happy brought a smile of my own to my face, for a moment we were locked into a silent gaze of comfort.

"Hey, Ryan?" She asked a bit nervously. "I was wondering if we could do something together today?"

"What did you have in mind?"

"I was thinking we could go see a movie" she suggested.

"That sounds great" I agreed. "But how about I make us some breakfast first?" I offered.

"Okay, but do you really plan to make it in your underwear?" she asked a bit teasingly.

I once again remembered I was still in my boxers. Before my ego let me stride around in them without regret, but now that I was standing before Alexis I couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

"Yeah, uh, I should probably get dressed" I nervously mumbled as I shuffled to my room, Alexis trying not to laugh at the sight.

Rather quickly I got dressed, I put on a nice pair of jeans and a red button shirt with short sleeves. The shirt was very nice and hardly ever worn except on special occasions. I also fixed my hair and washed my face, I felt as if I was preparing myself for a date.

"Was I?" I thought. No. This wasn't a date, it was just two friends going to see a movie. Even though I found Alexis really attractive she was still Alex inside. I couldn't manage to actually date Alex, my best friend of many years. Or at least that's what I kept trying to convince myself, I wasn't really sure what I truly thought or wanted anymore.

I returned to the kitchen to find Alexis waiting at the kitchen table, sitting casually, facing me.

"Haven't seen you wear that shirt before" she noted.

"Guess I never had a reason to, never a good occasion." I explained.

"Well you look really good in it. It makes you look handsome and manly!" she said with a coy smile.

My heart skipped a beat at her flirtatious complement. Her words were like spoken silk. I got slightly flustered, not sure how to really respond.

"Are you saying I don't look handsome or manly when I'm not wearing it?" I finally manged to muster up something to say, but I suppose I could have thought of something better than a joke.

Alexis gave a soft chuckle at my response. "No, you always look handsome and manly. It's just that your shirt highlights your already handsome features" she tried to explain herself. I wasn't quite sure she realized I was joking.

"I know, I was just messing with you" I teased.

"Then maybe I should take my compliment back!" she teasingly threatened.

"But then I might cry!" I continued to joke.

"Hey, don't have some breakfast to make?" she asked with a playful tone in her question.

My earlier offer to make breakfast came back to me, I almost forgot about it joking with Alexis. "Fine, fine. Don't get your panties in a bunch!" I responded as I dug around the cupboards for ingredients.

"So what'cha making?" she asked in sing-song.

"You'll find out when I make it, Ms. Nosey" I responded. I figured she would be able to tell in a minute once it starts cooking.

It wasn't long before I was mixing this and that adding a number of spices. As the food sizzled it gave of snaps and pops, as if there was a miniature fireworks show in the pan. By this time the kitchen was filled with the aroma of soothing, heart warming foods.

Alexis tried moving her head to see past me to witness what I was cooking, but after the smell hit her it was clear what I was making.

It wasn't long before I set two plates of hot food on the table. Each plate held the same things; fluffy golden waffles with a blanket of syrup and a slab of butter adorned on top like a golden crown; crispy bacon still loosely coated with a white sizzling sweat; cloud like scrambled eggs that looked like they could float away at any moment. I also took the liberty of pouring both of us a glass of orange juice. Such a traditional breakfast that almost felt childlike, but I knew this was one of Alexis's favorites. And since this was actually the first time cooking something that wasn't frozen or microwavable since she got here, I figured I might was well go all out.